Cinderella, kind of.

Cinderella

"Cinders!".

"What?' I yelled up the stairs.

"Shine my shoes"my step brother Eric yelled.

"And my boots" Eric's twin brother James added.

"Coming" I called. My name's Cinders, I don't know what my real name is. I've lived with my step brothers and father all my life since my mother died and left me with them.

'Hurry up" the twins called.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" I replied and charged up the stairs. I reached top to find my step brothers in a flurry. Eric was running around ransacking all the closets in the house and James was sat on the floor staring at a picture of a super cute girl. "Oh".

"What?" James snapped.

"You in love" I replied mockingly.

"Yes" he moaned.

"Cinders, what should I wear?" Eric asked me.

"Wear to what?" I replied confused.

"What ball?"

"The princesses" he told me.

"Your black suit, Eric" I called as he hurried out the room to find something to else to wear. "Come on James. go get dressed" I said.

"Ok " he replied dreamily.

I headed back down to the kitchen and started to scrub the twins shoes.  'Dum de de. dum de de" I hummed to myself. I finished scrubbing their shoes and started to prepare afternoon tea.

"CINDERS!" a voice shouted from up stairs. I didn't dare reply because I knew it would result in a punishment of no doubt whipping. I charged up to my step fathers office and knocked on the door. "Come in" a deep voice said. I opened the door and was greeted with a stern stare from my step father. My step father was a tall, burly man with a mop of curly brown hair and a sharp neat suit.

By Emma